#blackwatch retribution

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Today not only is my 30th birthday, but also the 8th anniversary of Overwatch best event Retribution

Pretty much the core start of when I made this writing blog. I hope to return to form one day for you guys

Praise be to the Blackwatch Booty

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Overwatch Events: Soldier 1776

So, we are a couple hours off of the Archives Events starting and we have gotten another skin, not Symmetra, unfortunately, but a Soldier 76 skin. It's called Soldier 1776; it is a play on words of his name and the year 1776 which I will talk more about in my skin review.

Anyways, here is the Overwatch Twitter video announcing the skin and I hope you all are hyped! Only a little while longer!

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Them Blackwatch babies at it again! 

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As usual I spent all my energy on lineart and when it came to coloring... my soul simply left my body.

[animentality]

“ninja down” “cowboy down.”

someone get the cowboy, he got himself killed again. 

......

and then you hear genji weakly say, “i am VeRy hurt.” 

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Blackwatch Week: Extraction

Jesse ran onto the drop ship, still firing off Peacekeeper as he went and downing a few Talon soldiers. Moira followed after him, and Reyes had been the first one to board the ship. Jesse heard the Blackwatch pilot over his comm, though the Talon heavy that had been sent in let off another round half way through her sentence.

“Come on everyone, get in! I can’t take fire from those heavies like this!” She shouted. 

Genji was the last one on board, cutting down as many Talon forces as he could as he went. He obviously wasn’t too happy about leaving, but Jesse had learned that he didn’t really have anything quite...Normal that made him happy anymore. At least, not much. Genji expressed a liking for ‘striking down’ his enemies, and more often than not, Jesse could have sworn he heard a soft, suppressed chuckle from the ninja’s comm on missions like these. Jesse had gotten used to it, hell, he too found satisfaction in shooting an enemy, and he wasn’t afraid to say it. 

The cyborg slowed just before hitting the side of the ship from his pace, straightening his posture and leaning against the wall heavily. Jesse was panting as well, all that running around and, well, fighting for his life--Jesse sent a glare towards the commander at that--had exhausted him. 

Moira had locked her eyes on Genji as soon as he’d boarded, and she had that unsettling little smirk on her face that Jesse had seen her look at her less alive specimens with. The same way she had looked at Reyes when he’d killed Antonio. Jesse licked his lips and narrowed his eyes when hers finally slipped off of Genji and went to him, but they passed right over his form to land on Reyes. 

Good, she knew not to even bother him past keeping him alive during missions. And she just barely managed that.

“Commander. How are you feeling?” She asked quietly, not kind or caring, but unsettlingly eager. Reyes scoffed and caught his breath, and Jesse noticed that Moira was the only one who seemed unaffected by all that running. Must have been that weird purple shit she used as a weapon; Jesse always heard her murmuring about “your strength is mine” and whatnot when it latched onto an enemy. He still thought hiring her for Blackwatch was a mistake, but he wasn’t about to deny that having a healer like her was a blessing for missions.

“Same as always. You can get a more detailed report when we get back.” Reyes replied with a heavy sigh, though Jesse watched him sit down and suppress a wince. He didn’t know what exactly Moira had been doing to him besides the more obvious--Jesse just called it ‘shadow man’--additions to his commander, but it seemed to be taking a toll on Reyes. It had also been changing him more than just physically. Reyes was more reserved and honestly, in Jesse’s humble opinion, now more prone to random acts of violence or anger. 

Reyes was a pretty mellow guy, but Jesse had been seeing a marked difference in his behaviour that just wasn’t a coincidence with his more frequent visits to Moira’s lab. Jesse sighed and shook his head, taking off his hat and sitting down as well, Moira producing a yellow orb and holding it out towards Reyes. Genji was next to him, characteristically quiet, but too quiet for those who knew him well. And Jesse probably knew Genji the best. He turned to look at the ninja, Genji staring at the floor and still breathing just as heavily as he had been when he ran onto the ship.

“Ya alright?” Jesse asked quietly, not wanting to alert Moira just yet. Genji didn’t look up or say anything, but he nodded warily, a deep but hurried breath shuddering through his chest. Jesse frowned, not convinced, and Moira just so happened to look over right as he did so.

“Is something the matter, McCree?” She always refused to call him anything but that. He was kind of glad about that, because hearing ‘Jesse’ roll off of her tongue might be just a little too weird for his tastes.

“‘M fine.” Jesse muttered, but Moira had followed his previous gaze and took two strides to get to Genji’s side.

“Having troubles with your systems again?”

Genji glared up at her, though, he glared at everyone, so this was nothing special, and straightened.

“I am fine.”

“You should have been able to recover your normal breathing rate by now. So one of us is wrong in our assumptions, and I know it’s not me.” She scoffed, Genji huffing as she gathered another one of those healing orbs of hers. Moira attached it to the ninja unhurriedly, tipping her head to the side as she observed the effects. 

It relaxed Genji a bit, just a bit, and he leaned back in his seat with a sigh. Jesse eyed her carefully, but she didn’t even spare him a glance. Instead, she frowned and leaned down to inspect something on the ninja’s chest. Genji curled his arms over himself tighter at that, shaking his head before Moira could say anything.

“I’m fine.”

“Obviously not. Looks like that assassin did more of a number on you than I thought.” Moira murmured, Jesse’s brow furrowing as he turned in his seat.

“What’s wrong with ‘im?”

“It seems the assassin’s blade forced a piece of armour down and it’s putting too much pressure on his respiratory system. Such a flawed creation...”  

“It is nothing to worry about. I will have Dr. Ziegler check it when we get back.” Genji muttered darkly, brows lowering over his eyes even more, if possible. She hit a nerve. Jesse then saw that smirk rise on Moira’s features again.

“Zürich is quite a ways off. I am not sure how long you will be stable.”

“I will take my chances.” Genji hissed, cutting off the conversation and glaring at the floor. Jesse grinned at Moira pleasantly when he saw her features turn down in distaste, but she sat down without another word. Jesse waited a few moments to let the silence settle before he leaned towards Genji.

“You alright?” He murmured, Genji shooting him a glare this time.

“I said I’m fine.”

Jesse merely raised his brows, and the hard expression Genji was sporting faltered.

“I will be fine.” He amended in a whisper, shifting in his seat to sink down in it more. Jesse didn’t miss the way his eyes danced in pain from just that simple movement.

“I’ll take ya ta the med bay when we get back.” Jesse told him softly, Genji nodding.

“Thank you.”  

The gunslinger leaned back in his seat, eyeing Moira distrustfully as she observed Reyes. They were talking quietly with one another, and Jesse glanced away when mismatched eyes slid to meet his. 

Moira knew he didn’t trust her, though Jesse hadn’t quite made it a secret. She knew and yet she never made any steps to change it. In fact, Jesse thought she had been stepping even more out of line lately. The cowboy kept his mouth shut about it for once, however, because he knew that Reyes wouldn’t listen to him. He’d already tried talking to him about Moira, but he had shut down the conversation before it had even started, voice rough and eyes like steel. That alone sent the first warning bells off in his head, but he hadn’t pushed it. Reyes wouldn’t have allowed it anyways. So the cowboy kept his distance, made sure Moira knew he’d put up with none of her shit, and she’d left him alone. 

Genji made a strange wheezing sound next to him an hour or so into the flight, some mix between a suppressed cough and a shuddering breath. It startled Jesse awake, and he looked over at the ninja. His eyes were narrowed in pain, one hand fumbling with the side of his faceplate while the other held his side. Genji’s chest rose and fell quickly, shallow breaths leaving him in little huffs.

“Hey, ya alright?” Jesse asked softly, hand reaching out to settle on the cyborg’s bicep. Genji glanced down at it, then shook his head.

“No...?”

Genji pulled off the bottom of his faceplate, setting it in his lap and closing his eyes. His face was flushed, a sheen of sweat on his brow.

“It’s...Just hard to—“

Another cough cut him short, body seizing up as he curled over slightly. The gunslinger frowned, worry spreading over his features when the fit didn’t stop, instead getting worse. Moria was at Genji’s side in an instant, her long fingers gripping the ninja’s chin and forcing him to raise his head.

“Let me have a look.” She ordered. Genji took a pained breath, a drop of almost black blood sliding down from his bottom lip. Moria kneeled in front of him, right hand splayed and forming a golden-yellow orb. The cyborg’s breathing evened out as a trail from the orb attached to his chest, and he glanced over at Jesse warily.

“Now listen, if yer doin’ somethin’ funky to ‘im—“

“Yes, because healing his collapsing lung certainly isn’t helping him in the slightest, McCree. Now, would you please let the doctor do her work without further interruption?” Moira sighed in annoyed exasperation, her frown deepening as she glared at the cowboy. Jesse forced himself to keep his snarky comment to himself, knowing it would only cause more trouble and possibly detract the help and attention from Genji that he needed. He watched as some of the colour returned to the ninja’s face, and he reluctantly sat back to let Moria do what she needed.

They made it back to Zürich without too much trouble. Moira would have to recharge her healing abilities every now and then, and each time the orb left Genji, he looked even worse. Jesse was worried, but he knew that Dr. Ziegler would be able to fix him right up, properly.

“Your systems are fascinating, even in their primitive state. If you will come with me to the medical wing, I assure you I will make sure something like this never happens again.” Moira suddenly spoke up, the offer catching Jesse’s attention immediately, and he turned on her.

“You ain’t gonna lay a finger on him, ya hear me? He’ll go to Ziegler.” The gunslinger growled, rounding on Moira. She raised a brow unhurriedly, a mocking smile creeping up on her face.

“Oh? And what makes you think this is your decision to make?”

Genji spoke up before Jesse was able to, one hand wrapped firmly around his ribs, his stance slightly hunched over.

“He is right. I will go see Dr. Ziegler now, and I would rather McCree escort me.”

Jesse gave Moira a smug little smirk, but it faded when he saw Commander Morrison and Captain Amari striding towards them, anger radiating off of them.

“Gabe, what in the hell did you do?!” Morrison hissed, getting right up in Reyes’ face and glaring vehemently. Amari stood back, arms crossed and disapproval written all over her face.

“You do understand the seriousness of what you did, right Gabriel?” She demanded. Reyes sighed and shook his head, eyes cast aside in resigned disinterest.

“You guys can berate me all you want, but not out here if you want it to stay under the radar for now.” He told them simply, and that seemed to set off the Overwatch commander even more.  

“Stay under the radar?! Gabriel, that is what you were supposed to do! This was a simple mission, not an execution! The whole world knows about Blackwatch now because of the shit you pulled! Have you seen the news?!”

Jesse internally agreed with Morrison at that, but the harsh words did nothing to change Reyes’ demeanor or expression.

“Jack. Let’s take this to an interrogation room.” Amari murmured, placing a hand on the commander’s shoulder. Morrison growled out a curse under his breath and nodded, the three of them leaving without a backward glance to the rest of the Blackwatch operatives.

“How irritating. So much could be accomplished if only they knew how to let go of some of their oh so righteous morale...” Moira hummed quietly, sneering the last bit of her sentence, head held high.

“I dunno what kinda morals you have, but either way, they’re there fer a reason. I don’t disagree with ol’ Jackie fer once.” Jesse muttered as he walked after the commanders to get inside and take Genji to the med bay. Moira stayed in step with them until she got to her office, and she went inside without another word to Jesse or Genji. The gunslinger ignored her exit and went to Dr. Ziegler’s division of the med bay, Genji leaning against him as they went down the hall.

“Doc’ll patch ya up, don’t worry.” Jesse whispered, pressing a quick and soft kiss to Genji’s temple. The cyborg didn’t even have the energy to reprimand him, he just nodded and squeezed Jesse’s hand lightly.

Dr. Ziegler was already in a medical room waiting, having been notified earlier that they were on the way back and ready for post-mission diagnostics. She gave them a little frown when she noticed the way Genji was holding himself, then sighed and motioned for the ninja to sit on the examination table she had set up.

“Jesse, I’m going to have to take care of Genji first, so if you don’t mind waiting outside...”

“Sure thin’ Angie. I’m alright though, so don’t worry ‘bout it.” Jesse dismissed absently, wanting to go see what was happening with Reyes now that he knew Genji was in good hands.

“No, you make sure you come back here in an hour, do you understand me? I have to put this in the records and make sure you haven’t been hurt.” Angela told him, her voice holding a tone he knew not to argue with.

“Yes ma’am...”

“Alright. Now go on.”

Jesse tipped his hat to her, glancing at Genji as he left. The ninja was laying back on the table, staring up at the ceiling blankly, resigned. Jesse sighed, but did as the doctor ordered.

-

Jesse had gone to the interrogation room that Reyes had been taken to, watching him get chewed out by Morrison and Amari alike with a pensive look on his face the whole time. The Overwatch commander would gesture as he yelled, his voice muffled from where Jesse was standing behind the two way mirror. Reyes had glanced up at him at last, murmuring something to Morrison and effectively making him quiet down. He was either too angry to yell anymore, or Reyes had struck a nerve. 

The gunslinger sighed and readjusted his hat, chewing on the end of his cigar as he walked back to the medical bay. The whole situation was shitty, and it didn’t sit well with him at all. Jesse stubbed out the cigar before entering Dr. Ziegler’s section of the medical ward. She always got on to him about his smoking habits.

“Ah, Jesse, come on in. I’ll make it quick so you can go get some rest.” Angela called. The cowboy obeyed without a word, mind too preoccupied for idle chatter, which was rare. Ziegler hadn’t asked, and Jesse didn’t offer any sort of explanation. When she was through, she bid him a pleasant goodbye, already going off to check on some things on her tablet. Jesse went back to his room, chewing on his bottom lip in thought. He absently typed in the code to his room, immediately sensing another presence there with him.

“Didn’t know doc had let’cha out so soon.” Jesse said by ways of greeting, taking off his hat and glancing towards the bed. Genji was curled up on it, the TV playing something softly in the background and washing his face in shades of blue and white.

“I’m only discharged for the night.” Genji responded, his voice even more altered and metallic than usual. He had some sort of respirator covering his nose and the bottom half of his face, his eyes sunk in with dark smudges beneath them. Jesse gave him a worried look, sitting down on the bed next to him and lacing their fingers together.

“Dr. Ziegler gave me some medicines that slow my breathing down and keep me calm so I don’t overexert my respiratory system. I feel like shit.” Genji muttered, answering Jesse’s unspoken question.

“Ah, so not the good drugs, huh?”

That dragged a soft chuckle from the ninja. Jesse leaned in and pressed a kiss to his forehead, then stood.

“I’m gonna shower real quick. Try not ta bust anythin’ else while I do.”

“Ha ha, you’re hilarious.” Genji deadpanned as he leaned his head back against the pillows and closed his eyes. The gunslinger smirked, then left to wash up. When he came back, Genji hadn’t moved much, and he seemed to have fallen asleep. Jesse smiled softly and settled down next to him, pulling a blanket over them both.

“Took you long enough...” Genji mumbled after a moment. He opened his eyes slowly, arm shifting to drape over Jesse’s waist lethargically.

“Figured I’d let ya have some alone time.” Jesse whispered, rolling over to face the ninja.

“I don’t like alone time away from you.” Genji sighed as the cowboy’s hand came up to trace over Genji’s features, gently mapping out the familiar face. He rubbed over a scar that cut through just the tip of Genji’s left eyebrow, then slowly dragged his finger down to the edge of the respirator, leaving light touches on his cheekbone and nose as he went. Jesse kissed where Genji’s lips were under the mask, feeling the cyborg push up into the motion ever so slightly.

“Get some rest, darlin’. I’ll be right here if ya need me.”

“Mkay...” Genji whispered. He leaned into Jesse’s chest, the gunslinger hugging him close and running a hand through his hair. Genji relaxed completely, drifting off quickly in Jesse’s arms. It didn’t take long for the gunslinger to follow in suit.

~~

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Mccree: We're about to die, Moira! Do you really want your last words to be sarcastic?!

Moira: *sarcastically* Noooooooooo!